Another borrowing from someone who expresses things far better than I’ve ever been able to: Paul Auster – from the essay “White Spaces” A man sets out on a journey to a place he has never been before. Another man comes back. A man comes to a place that has no name, that has no [...]
Things often seem to boil down to paper, at least for me and the other Resistentialists. Many debates have been had on how one doesn’t quite give the same attention to the mp3, lacking a sleeve and liner notes (themselves quite scarce since CD’s). I need to edit a document, but don’t want to do [...]
Last night I drove my dearest friend to hospital, to the trauma unit where they treated him as if just another of the regular visitors – overdosing on heroin, stabbed, DT’s from some or other misplaced life. He had lost his memory. Suddenly, within the space of two hours at most, the past few weeks [...]
by Paul Auster Not even the sky. But a memory of sky, and the blue of the earth in your lungs. Earth less earth: to watch how the sky will enclose you, grow vast with the words you leave unsaid – and nothing will be lost. I am your distress, the seam in the wall [...]
Steven Pinker offers a solid overview of the current thinking around consciousness, both from a philosophical and neurological viewpoint. The gap between those two viewpoints has been closing for some time now, and it’s good to see that “idle” speculation has again pointed in a useful direction. Of course, this doesn’t redeem philosophy (in the [...]